“Oh yeah?” Flynn said drily. “Heard this all before.”
“Her name is Serena Ripley. She’s starting work this week as an Event and Conference Manager at the Dream. Hot as all fuck. I met her at Waves. Thought I was going to come in my shorts. She’s all blonde, wavy hair, down to her pert little titties. Sunkissed freckles, and sass. So much sass. Not like the simpering females we usually end up with.”
“Sass? So she gave you some mouth, and it wasn’t around your cock?” Smith’s voice was lit with amusement.
“You betcha. She didn’t fall for any of my charm. She even went so far as to tell me I was a waster, living off my parents' income. It just made me harder.”
“So, how are you going to see her again, dude, if she didn’t give you the time of day?” Jayden joined in.
“Look, we said just friends, right? So I told her I could use a friend to help mend my bad ways. She told me to call her in a few days, but said she was focusing on the new job. She gave me a number so I can’t have annoyed her that much.”
“Okay. It’s Saturday. Let’s all find a way of spending time with her by Friday. See what we all think to the woman and then talk things over. I’m sure one of us will have a problem and then we can scrap this whole stupid idea and go back to the real world. Well, as real as it gets for a vampire.” Flynn sounded like he was almost out of patience for the whole thing.
“Yeah, Friday. Boom or Bust.” I said and ended the call.
Chapter Five
Flynn
I loved the other guys. They were my brothers. But this idea would never work.
I knew it had all started with me and my relationship with Rose. The four of us had been best friends more or less since birth. Our parents deliberately moving to the area, advised by their Vampire Elder. We’d wanted for nothing, showered in love from parents, their staff—all of whom knew our secrets—and money, endless reams of money. But I was the only one who’d found love. True love.
I’d met Rose when I was seventeen at an art exhibition of my father’s work. Rose was a model, and she’d posed for him. His painting, ‘Angel of love', had seen Rose laying on a carpet of red rose petals dressed in a tight white gown and lace wings. I think I’d fallen for her the minute I’d seen the painting and from the moment we met we’d been inseparable.
But Rose had been possessive, and she’d hated my friends. Hated the bond between us. She’d felt threatened. I knew nothing of love and thought I had to put my woman first. My father always seemed to have done that with my mother.
So that had been the first problem.
The second had been the small fact that I was a vampire.
The first time we’d fucked, my fangs had lowered, and I’d thanked God that she had her eyes closed in ecstasy. To not bite the sensitive flesh of her neck had almost killed me.
When I finally plucked up the courage to tell her the truth about myself, at first she had laughed. Until I’d shown her my fangs and then she’d not laughed any further, she’d screamed. I’d had to compel her—tell her she’d seen nothing, that I was just her regular boyfriend Flynn.
I should have ended it then, but I’d loved her.
As the years went on, I made love to my girlfriend and then found a whore and fed off them, compelling them afterward to forget. I hated myself.
Rose pushed me on the subject of marriage and eventually I proposed. She told me after we wed I was to only be with her. I was to say goodbye to my friends for good.
They hated her. Hated the fact that to see me was hardly worth the grief they knew I was given afterward. They begged me to leave her, but I was in love.
Until the night it all went wrong.
As I came inside my fiancée, as she shattered around my cock, my thirst had been too great and I had bit down into her neck. She'd trembled under me as I sucked on her life source. It filled me with energy and light and Rose made the most erotic noises. When I stopped, and I looked into her eyes, expecting to see lust, I saw the stare of a dead girl. Blank expression. Nothing there at all. I withdrew, my cock withering with the shock. Had I drunk too much? I was sure I hadn’t. I screamed so loud my mother flew down the corridor at speed and threw open the door to see what had happened.
“She can’t cope with who you are. She is too weak.” My mom said.
“Weak? I drank too much?” I queried.
“No. Her mind is too weak, my darling. I’m sorry, but she is not the one for you. She can never be.”
My mom compelled her, and Rose fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I ended my relationship with her.
I’d loved her, but it hadn’t been enough. For either of us.